Unforgettable were the freshest greens carpeting the mountains dotted with wooden cabins, the tinkling of bells telling me cheese and milk was around the corner. Aah! the sounds and sights of road trips…

What choice would you make if you knew you could beat the oft-trodden path with an unspoiled, unexplored journey into Tibet? Sometimes it’s just your calling and the Himalayas sent an invitation one September…

As the rows of vines flitted past me, I thought to myself, “I am in Alsace the wine terrain and those luscious grapes creating a palette of purple, green and brown are invisible”. A sigh escaped my lips…